I know I've been absent lately, but I just had to stop by and say that I was there, and it was the best damn game I've ever seen. Unbelievable. I have no voice and a raging headache, and I do not care.

I think it was the old Brooklyn cap I wore these last two days, which I like to wear for big games in order to channel the great ghosts of heroes past. And my lucky "Dodgers pants" as Mrs. Dusty calls them somewhat derisively given that the pants have seen their better days in most people's judgment - but mine. And the final nail in the superstitious coffin was my equally lucky "Los Dodgers" blue t-shirt.

I have to say I have a major knee problem that means it needs to be drained, so my making it to this game made it incredibly painful for me. But I wouldn't have missed it for anything, and now I have another great Blue memory to tuck away. I felt a lot like Gibby must have felt, but anything to help the team...

i was perusing through the Purple Row rox blog and i am a little insulted that that are rooting against us hard. I was pulling for the Rox in a sign of NL West unity. Now i hope they make it to the NLCS so we can tear them apart.

Mr. Customer, really? What kind of car did you see? If you were leaving the Sunset gate behind some crazy girls in a black Jeep blasting "I Love L.A." while the one in the passenger seat (me) banged on the outside of the car, then, yes, that was us.